I'm through, with doubt,There's nothing left for me to figure out,I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice,I'm not ready to back down,I'm still mad as hellAnd I don't have timeTo go round and round and roundIt's too late to make it rightI probably wouldn't if I couldCause I'm mad as hellCan't bring myself to do what it isYou think I should

I know you saidWhy can't you just get over it,It turned my whole world aroundand I kind of like it

I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,With no regrets and I don't mind saying,It's a sad sad storyThat a mother will teach her daughterthat she ought to hate a perfect stranger.And how in the worldCan the words that I saidSend somebody so over the edgeThat they'd write me a letterSaying that I better shut up and singOr my life will be over

I'm not ready to make nice,I'm not ready to back down,I'm still mad as hellAnd I don't have timeTo go round and round and roundIt's too late to make it rightI probably wouldn't if I couldCause I'm mad as hellCan't bring myself to do what it isYou think I should

I'm not ready to make nice,I'm not ready to back down,I'm still mad as hellAnd I don't have timeTo go round and round and roundIt's too late to make it rightI probably wouldn't if I couldCause I'm mad as hellCan't bring myself to do what it isYou think I should